You Don't Say

In your childhood, did you ever read any books by Gordon Korman?  His first dozen are the best.  I do love Gordon Korman's sense of humor.  I get it.  And it gets me.

Especially Son of Interflux.  That book screams my name.  I'm that kid (I know, not really a kid anymore) who shows potential at everything and is excellent at nothing.  (Oh, and my dear cousin Ange,  if you didn't read it during your childhood, I Wanna Go Home screams your name.  I can just hear Rudy's voice in my head, "I didn't say I couldn't play baseball, I just said I don't play baseball.)

And then there's the one in which a particular student gets all his phrases mixed up.  Sometimes Freudian slip-ups, sometimes not.  Speaking of Freudian slip-ups, I just had a flashback to the time when my dad said, "Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder."  *snicker*  My poor dad.  We got A LOT of mileage out of that one.

That's one of the best things about the stage of life we're in right now: the things our kids say...  

"I'm a big job."

There's no denying it.  You are by far the biggest job I have ever undertaken.  But you are also a big kid and you did a good job.

"I had the best nightmare."

Really?

And then there's an abundance of words that you never imagined you would hear.  They are not Freudian slip-ups.  They're just the honest-to-goodness truth.

Brandon : I just accidentally kicked your flip-flop on the roof, Mommy.

Claire: I love God so much.  I love Him even more than my blankie.

Corrine: Help!  Help! My shoe is stuck in my hair!!!

Brandon: I don't want to die young. I don't want anyone else using my money.

Claire: I know, I know!  We can have a marry party.
Me: Who will you marry? 
Claire: Daddy! 

Claire: Are ambulances boys or girls? 
Me: Do you mean ambulance drivers?  Boys or girls can drive them.  
Claire: Oh.
Me: What do you want to be when you grow up? 
Claire: I want to be a fairy with wings to fly.

Corrine: Is there such a thing as a tomgirl? Why is it called tomboy?
Me: Good question.  That doesn't really make sense, does it?

Brandon: Someday, Claire, when you're a grandma---
Claire: No! I don't want to be a grandma or a mommy. I want to be a princess!

My favorite from the past month:

Brandon: Claire, you are a fussy baby!
Claire: You...you are compost!

And on and on and on.  Sometimes I get so used to hearing them, I forget to write them down.  Ah, there are some things about this stage of life that I enjoy immensely.  

And this is one of them.